That day, it was the one hundred and fifth day of our breakup, one morning in May, I was standing at a busy intersection, the green light in front of me was ticking and urging me to move forward, and the moment I took a step, I saw you standing opposite me, but none of us took a step forward, until another red light came on, and there were new strangers around us, sixty seconds, a long wait, fragments of the past, like a speeding car in front of me, flashing in front of my eyes over and over again, I saw you smiling at me in a trance, I felt like you were holding my hand, I closed my eyes, I heard you shouting: "The green light is on, I'm going to cross the road", that's us in another world, and in this world, we are just looking at each other through the endless stream of vehicles, the green light is on again, we will still pass by in the staggered crowd, you go east, I go south, I don't dare to look back, the corners of my mouth twitch, and the tears finally turn down. It turned out that no matter how many big words I said, I said that I had already put you down, and I could still face it easily, and I admitted that I still liked you.
The past was a magic box, once two people decided to close it, and then you and I, can not open it again, because I will think of you in the box, and I will never be able to return to that box, that is a permanent memory, you may forget the time, but you must remember the expression he said, remember that he wore your favorite white shirt that day, remember the light in his eyes, remember his warm and warm palms, you remember, everything in the room reminds you to remember, the pictures on the table, Slippers by the bed, sweatshirts on hangers, and all you can do is guard this existing present, crying past us. No amount of goodness ends up being attributed to a guy called "Once Upon a Time", and there's nothing we can do about it.
Time is always passing, bringing us happiness at the same time, but also giving us parting, because, we are all regretful in time, regret that can work hard to be together later, regret has not expressed love, regret countless unspeakable and tossing and turning thoughts, regret when we were together, why did not hug you hard, regret why do we use so many hurtful words to hurt each other, regret, why are we so stingy, even a little tolerance do not give each other, Unfortunately, the fortress of trust that two people have slowly accumulated, and in a series of quarrels, they have personally pushed it down and stepped on it, and we can actually talk well, well... But now that I understand it, I have lost the qualification to love.
See you again, it is a year later in May, the same intersection, the same you and me, different crowds, headphones playing Eason Chan's "Long Time No See": "I came to your city, walked through the road you came, the familiar street, but without your picture, we can't go back to that day - sitting and chatting with you in the coffee shop on the corner", you still suddenly appeared in front of me, but I did not dare to wave and greet you.
You are standing next to me, there is the sound of rain dripping on the umbrella overhead, I overlap your umbrella, at this moment I am close to you, but I dare not let you know, I subconsciously tilted the umbrella a little, trying to cover most of my body, the green light was on, you quickly walked past me, like a drop of rain falling on the umbrella, your back slowly disappeared in my gradually hazy eyes little by little, my world was once again heavy rain, and the umbrella above my head could only block the rain outside my world. My heart has flooded at this moment.
It turns out that no amount of time can restore the original self, the person who has been loaded in my heart, or can not easily put down, a song, a back, a sentence, will let the heart that has just calmed down, suddenly the waves are turbulent, a year later, I will still think of you, think of the way you are, miss the temperature of the body, miss the smell of your hair, 365 days, not a moment has decreased, I will occasionally cry hysterically like the day of the breakup, just for a bottle cap that cannot be opened, a half-used razor, After crying, I realized that you have been gone for a long time, and I can't catch up with you.
Life is sometimes like a box of chocolates, before opening we never know what the next taste is, but we still look forward to it with joy, even if we find out later that we get a super bitter chocolate, we have to accept it bravely, because this is our fate, and we can't regret it after loving it - goodbye, my most unforgettable first love.